Just to calm a few of you down, there's no way in hell I'm going to let Greggo get hurt. He's just too darn cute XD

Can't help but love the lab rat :)


The music pounded, the bar was dark & crowded.

As Greg pushed his way through the hoardes if people, Sara close behind, everyone seemed to know him.

Sara was amazed.

Yeah, she knew he wasn't bad looking, but by god their little lab rat scrubbed up nicely.

Open-collared, black button down shirt, slim black jeans and his trademark spikes... and he had asked HER to accompany him? From the looks he was getting he could've had the pick of any woman in this place. And the men too.

As they reached the bar, Greg merely had to signal to the barman before two drinks were placed out for them with a smile.

Greg placed a $10 bill on the table, with a "Thanks Jimmy" before haning Sara a glass.

Leaning across he yelled over the music "the band are on in five minutes... you wanna stay at the bar or push to the front?"

Shouting over the dying notes of one of the few songs Sara had recognised that night - Alice Cooper's Poison, she grinned and replied it was fine to stay at the bar.

Greg smiled back and downed his drink with a flourish.


Sara watched as the crowd screamed and 5 musicians stepped on stage.

None of them could have been older than 25.

Greg leant over as they collected their instruments and waited for the yelling to die down

"See the chick on the right, with the red hair playing guitar... she's the one who got me the tickets for tonight..."

Sara was impressed. That girl was hot, and Greg must be really good friends with her. The place was packed.

"How do you two know one another?" she asked, throwing back another shot of whatever concoction the barman had devised.

"Long story" Greg yelled back, as the vocalist grabbed the mic seductively.

"Hey, errr well we're called Jury's Out, and well we're kicking off tonight with a cover for a change, and so, well this is +44..."

The babe Greg knew started playing

"When Your Heart Stops Beating...." the crowd went wild as the drums kicked in, and Greg ginned proudly

"This, Sara," he stated, "is the best damn cover of any song EVER... trust me!"


Sara laughed as people threw themselves at one another... moshing, dancing, sweating, having fun.

It'd been a long time since Sara had had fun.

It surprised her than she was genuinely enjoying herself.

The atmosphere was good, the company was great, and the music was even better.

She was glad she didn't just mope around her apartment

As usual.

It was good she'd come out. It was fun.

Greg wolf-whistled as Zavvi stepped up to her microphone...

"Errr - hey guys," her soft, husky voice sent shivers down Sara's spine, "I don't really like covers, but I've got a friend here tonight, and well this is one of his favourites... enjoy it Greg"

She stepped back slightly, as the lights dimmed, and a single red beam lit her up.

The music started, as Sara recognised the track from Greg's car earlier.

The chick's voice was deep, husky, haunting, completely erotic.

The way she whisped the words, eyes shut, stage lights dimmed... Sara had never found another woman this attractive.

Hell, Sara had never found ANYONE this attractive, since she met Griss-

No, she wasn't going to think about him tonight.

The lyrics were so damn appropriate.

Greg was cheering manicly.

"She said kiss me it'll heal, but it won't forget..."

Sara felt every word rush through her veins...

"I don't mind you keeping me on pins and needles, if I could stick to you.."

Maybe it was just the alcohol...

"And you could stick me too..."

She had had a lot to drink

"Just don't break, don't break, my heart..."

And that stuff the barman was slinging looked potent

"And I won't break your heart shaped glasses.."

Sara grinned happily, lightheadedness taking hold

Fuck it, she was allowed to have fun too.

Fuck him.


Several songs later the band finished on, much to many people's disappointment.

It quickly calmed down as the DJ started up again.

She watched Zavvi slink through the crowd, heading straight towards them.

Panic hit her - shit... what should she say... she wasn't good in situations like these.

The last time she was this starstruck was when she was in college, and Gri-

No, bad Sara. You're not going to think about him.

Concentrate on the present, do I offer her a drink, do I say I liked the music.

Whatever sort of music it was.

She knew nothing about music.

Shit.

"Hey Zav, how're you?" Greg oozed charm as the mystery girl arrived.

"I'm good thanks honey, and yourself?" a faint British accent hid under the dry drawl.

A drink appeared on the bar, out of nowhere. She smiled at the barman.

"Look, I'm heading out for a smoke - you want to come with? We've not talked in time!"

Greg shrugged, and signalled to Sara.

Sara nodded.

It'd be nice to... talk.


Sara watched with fascination as Zavvi sparked up. It was dualy noted by the other two members of the party.

Slightly embarrassed, Zavvi said "err, would you like one? I've only got menthols, my Marlboro Reds are somewhere backstage..."

To Sara's surprise, she accepted, sparking herself up after years of abstinence. The nicotine rush swarmed through her already foggy thoughts and she found herself strangley confident.

"So, Mr Sanders, are you not planning to introduce me to your talented friend here?"

Woah Sidle, where the fuck did that come from?

"Errr, yeah" Greg stammered, still in shock to see Sara smoking again. "Err, well Zav, this here is Miss Sara Sidle, criminalist extraordinaire, and this Sara, is my good friend Zavvi, a woman of many talents..."

Zavvi laughed, a deep delicious sound, as Sara smiled her greeting.

"So you work with Greg then? You in the lab aswell?" she asked

"Erm, no I'm a Field Agent, a CSI. What about you? Full-time musician?" Sara replied throatily.

"God no! I'm with the Feds. I just finished my training like 6months ago, so Vegas is my first field office."

"Awesome, I almost joined the Bureau... but I decided to stick to forensics"

"Nice," Zavvi responded. "I considered all your science-y stuff, ended up get a Bachlors in Forensic Psychology though."

"Where did you study?"

"At John Jay in New York... what about you?"

"Oh, I got into Harvard..." Sara trailed off blushing slightly

"Wow. Major jealousy!" Zavvi grinned

Greg watched the interaction intently, with a knowing smirk.

He had never seen Sara trying so hard to impress.

He had never seen Zavvi trying so hard to impress.

This was going to be interesting.

Sara continued, "It's just you sound kind of..."

"-Upper Clarss British?" Zavvi put on a comical, snobby accent, causing Sara to smirk and Greg to splurt out his drink with laughter.

"Why yess, in farct, I am very close friends with the Queen..."

Sara cracked, and started to laugh, but coughing on the smoke.

"Nah man, I'm actually English, but moved over here for College, and met the very lovely Gregory Sanders here"

Greg smiled. "Yeah, you were just a lost exchange student wandering the streets when I found you. Saved you from the terror of New York City, and all the bad bad people..."

"You so wish Greggo... you know I could kick your ass anyday!"

"Nu-uh Zav, I'm built. Trust me, I could kick your ass blindfolded!"

Sara laughed, content in the moment.

"Uh, look, I'm getting another drink, anyone want anything?" Greg collected the 3 empty glasses.

"Babe, do you fancy a pitcher of Jagerbomb?"

Greg grinned. "You know what transpired last time we drunk that!"

Zavvi laughed.

Sara looked confused, "What's Jagerbomb?"

"Trust me Sara, you'll like it. Whack it on the band's tab Greggo"

Greg grinned and disappeared.

"Ahh man, the last time me & Greggo hit the Jagers... we were so fucked man. I think I dragged him to a gay bar or something, I just remember him asking me why he had a sparkly silver mans thong in his pocket the next morning!"

Sara spluttered. "You better not drag me to any strip bars! Gay or otherwise!"

"Babe, we were completely gone! I'm never getting that drunk again. Never! As of to taking you to a strip bar..." Zavvi smirked and raised her eyebrow "...we'll see!"


duhn-duhn-duhnnnnnnn!

We will see lol

&& for anyone who's read my GA/DD Journeys Fic, yes Zavvi is going to be making repeat appearances, but none of the stories are actually linked.
E.G. she doesn't know Gillian in this fic, & she doesn't know Greg in Journeys fic :)
She's just too damn awesome not to use again...

READ & REVIEW AND GOOD THINGS WILL HAPPEN :)
I promise!!

Keep Cool